The Sky is crying and little Anna is sitting all alone in the corner of her bedroom
The window only shows a world outside of grey
And Anna thinks to herself What a perfect day to cry?
But the tears are stuck in her throat and all dried up
because Anna hasn't taken a single sip from her cup
Due to the fact that its been a few days since her throat turned to clay
Poor little Anna is to numb to say
I am sad...
I wish i could fly...
But there she dangles until she'll die
Because instead of soaring she just floats away
Because Poor little Anna has turned to clay
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